I've been planning another blog post for a while but have been struggling to come up with something lightsome after the drama of my previous post. And before I go on, THANK YOU to everyone who left a comment on my last post. It means a lot, really it does. I don't know (most of) you in real life, and for you to take the time to give a shit about someone you don't know and have never met, says a lot about you all as people. Really. The internet can be a horrible place, but it can be an awesome place too.
So, things are fine. I've not been blogging - not been on the net much at all really. Just watching Adam recover by the day and trying to figure out where I go next in life, because one thing we've both learned recently is that life is far too short to be wasted.
I had the day off work today. Adam was awake most of the night with a really sore head. Doesn't sound like a big deal but it was a worry as he's been doing so well, and I didn't want to leave him alone. Right now he's downstairs attempting an X-Box game and singing mournfully along with Johnny Cash. His head still hurts but not as much.
Apart from the sore head today, everything is good. It's funny though, how life now appears to be back to normal. In a lot of ways, it is. But in other ways its so different. It's our New Normal.
New Normal is...six pillows on his side of the bed; handrails at the top of the stairs and a seat in the bath; both of us in hysterics at his fruitless attempts to put one foot in front of the other as he climbs the stairs; reassuring him in the middle of the night that the reason his pillow is wet is because he's been sweating, and not because his (almost healed) wound has burst; me having to be the physically strong one and pulling a muscle from lifting a slab of concrete off the driveway; me being the driver and stalling the car at every set of lights because I'm so used to driving the work van; the five minute walk to my parents' house taking twenty minutes because he gets so tired; me turfing him out of bed at 5.45am because I need to get to work and he can't get down the stairs without me there; me cutting the nails on his right hand because he can't bite them as it feels too weird; always holding that same hand when out in public because too much stimulation makes it jerk and flap; him giving me 'at least you didn't have a brain tumour' whenever I complain about something, and me retaliating by bouncing my head off the sofa arm and saying 'haha, you can't do this'.
But really, its all good. I'm smiling as I write this. I have loads of exciting plans for the remainder of the year. Nothing big and dramatic of course, as we can't go far from home. But that's a good thing. Sometimes its good to be reminded that we can have fun so close to home. Especially with the onslaught of the winter weather already....